Kirk Franklin:Losing My Religion Lyrics

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I'm losing my religionThank GodI prayed about my decisionHow oddFor the man with the micTo be the man all his lifeWhile Christ-like stipes did with REMRev up the RPMsHow do I begin to try to paint this sin, of rules?That divides God's people in two

In the beginning, religion created a maskThe reformation helped but soon the patch didn't lastI don't tell, you don't askSo we created a lieAnd for generations, church was where we went to go hideOr we no longer triedBecause rules read our relationship was empty insideLeaves you bitter, drySwift to cut like a razorSwift to call you a traitor'Cause you're swift to love TaylorNow we got bad blood with our neighbor

Who's wrong, who's rightEvery Sunday we're dividedWho's black, who's white, C'monNow the man in the mirror never gets race rightHe'll never be Christ-likeNever receive good paySo your faith never rises above minimum wageSo when it's time to save the worldYou don't know what to sayTo your brother that you love when he tells you he's gayDo you push him away?Judge him down till he leaves?Give him a gospel he hears or a gospel he seesLove wrapped in truth is the gospel he needsThere's room at the cross for everyone, even me

Well my sins are now cleanThe loss now redeemedReligion is a prison but truth sets us freeHelps us believeThat the world we're in now is not the world that will beTerror, famine, diseaseMillions in povertyHungry, can't sleepWith all of this religion, why these babies can't eat?And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?How can America breathe?When the oxygen is gone from the American dreamAnd these American streets listen close as they speakThe next time you think America please include me

Help the ones that are weakAll they want is a pieceOf the pie that you keepIs that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?Still laying on concretePop, Pop by policeSee, they the foundation of the nationNot the 2%Not the ones that own the building that the middle class rentBecause they make sense

Tell me how do you feel?I'm the new Franklin and I have the new dealI fight and do rightFDR for realOne nation under GodGod, show us the wayThe science of opinionGod is not a buffetYou pick what you want so no God on your plateThe preacher isn't GodReligion's first mistakeServing stewards, shepherds, not kingsHas to die to his flesh everyday like me

One VIPAll the other seats in church are freeWe're just groupiesGod's the celebrityBefore 313 ADBefore ConstantineBefore the council of NaciaBefore Romans and GreeksBefore Kalvin Alexander, LutherBefore let there beBefore historyTo the last centuryBefore the death on the treeBefore the fall of manWas a picture of meNow to his heartRight before the last threeWords he would speakIt is finished